[Intro: Brytiago]
At home they ask about you, I tell them that I lost you
It was all my fault, I feel so shitty
Make fun of me, throw in my face that now you're happy
[Pre-Chorus: Brytiago & Jay Wheeler]
I saw your little friend, the one who spoke ill of me
I told her that it was my bad, that she was right
She now she teases me
Throwing in my face that I'm unhappy
[Chorus: Jay Wheeler & Brytiago]
And for my mother's sake that I want to forget you, yes
But it's more the desire to undress you here, baby
This shit has been a process
Give me a break that I'm already on it
Although I prefer to wake up with one of your kisses (Kiss)
And for my mother's sake that I want to forget you, yes
But it's more the desire to undress you here, baby
This shit has been a process
Give me a break that I'm already on it
Although I prefer to wake up with one of your kisses
[Verse 1: Jay Wheeler]
Vi-Vi-Viewing your stories on Instagram
When I hang out I forget you
But I come back and I remember you when the days are gone
Your photos in my mirror are no longer
I don't want to feel alone anymore
But I think of you every time I roll1
And I shit on your memory
If I see you with another I bite myself
Throw in my face that I deserve to cry
That before it hurt, but now to you it doesn't matter
You became a daughter of a bitch
And I know it was all my fault
To forget your kisses it's a process
[Chorus: Brytiago]
And for my mother's sake that I want to forget you, yes
But it's more the desire to undress you here, baby
This shit has been a process
Give me a break that I'm already on it
Although I prefer to wake up with one of your kisses
[Verse 2: Brytiago]
This must be hell
Your mom doesn't say that I'm the son-in-law anymore
In my mind I imagine all the poses
And I feel like a twelve-year-old boyfriend
Just dumped, my heart beating at a thousand per hour
Baby, come back, because I want a refill
Instantly, you left after you got me used to you
I was the first to get jealous, now I miss even her hair
If I lost her it was out of jealousy, if you see her, you can tell her
That I want her to come back to me
That I want her to come back to me
I no longer want Netflix and chill
With your nosey friend I sent you word
[Chorus: Jay Wheeler & Brytiago]
And for my mother's sake that I want to forget you, yes
But it's more the desire to undress you here, baby
This shit has been a process
Give me a break that I'm already on it
Although I prefer to wake up with one of your kisses
[Outro: Brytiago]
(That I want her to come back to me
That I want her to come back to me)
(Although I prefer to wake up with one of your kisses)
1. a cigar